Little Clownz

All of this ends

The mountain outlast the summer

Father gave us a number

Our very own

All of my friends

All of my so-called brothers

We are dying

We are tired

And if you think that

Simple solution is retribution, please, breathe

Freeze-dried amends

Scalding insinuations

Why am I standing?

Is this my home?

All of my trees

That bend to be heard are missing

Where are the brides?

Why aren't they kissing?

And if you think, I'm apocalyptical

Cold and cryptic, please never leave, yeah

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on little clownz

You might just turn the world around

There are just words

This is my contribution

Unfit for evolution

Silly and pure

There is a sound

Under the darkest winter

I am sure

I rest assure

And if you think, you hear yourself screaming

Feel me dreaming, more, feel more, more

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on, little clownz

You might just turn the world around

Hang on, little clownz

You might just turn the world around

You might just turn the world around